By TREVIN BRANDT
Staff Writer
When the air turns cold and the nights grow long
I will write in bold everything that’s wrong
And this may just seem a little bit wicked
But it honestly feels good to get sickened
Smothered up in the words, I know it’s wrong
Discovered warmth in the snow- it feels so wrong
And I know until Summer I should get a sweater
But the burning in the snow sometimes feels better
When the lakes all freeze go and grab your skates
If you cannot see Christmas lights will display
We can make the most of it while this is here
Of all the things to capitalize, though it helps me endear
Smothered up in the words, I know it’s wrong
Discovered warmth in the snow- it feels so wrong
And I know this will be fed if I keep this up
But a long life with some dread is more than enough.